Doggy Style

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In Chapter 36 of GUN-WILD, we reach the exciting conclusion of our story, in which bank robbers Cam Clinch and Rod Funk ... well, I shouldn't spoil the surprise, huh? Let's just say that the climax is very 'explosive.'


INT. FIRST INTERSTATE BANK - DAY
Cam walks to the front door.
Turns, looks at Rod.

CAM
Cover me.

ROD
(raises his gun, nods)
Be careful, hot stuff.

CAM
I’m not the one
that needs to be careful.

OUTSIDE THE BANK
Geffin stands a few feet
from the front door holding a megaphone.

Cam appears in the doorway.
Opens it.

A dozen weapons CLICK-CLICK.

GEFFIN
Cameron.

CAM
Hey, Dad.
(aims at him, to the cops)
Lower your guns
or the OLD FUCK gets it.

GEFFIN
Cameron, put the gun down.
Let’s talk.

CAM
TALK?
You wanna TALK?
What do you wanna talk ABOUT?

GEFFIN
I’m sorry I haven’t been there
for you all these years,
but I’m trying to now --
(tears up)
Please, Cammy.
Turn yourself in.
We’ll get you the best lawyer
money can buy --

CAM
'BEEN THERE for me?'
OH, YEAH -- you WERE there for me
when you were FUCKING ME.

The crowd GASPS.
Cam GRABS the bullhorn from him.

Presses the button.
A SQUEAL of feedback.

She raises it to her lips.

CAM
(to the crowd)
Oh, you didn’t KNOW about that?
You didn’t know that my DARLING DADDY
here started DIDDLING ME
when I was THIRTEEN?
And when I finally said NO,
he PUT ME AWAY in a LOONY BIN?

GEFFIN
Cameron, let’s not make up stories --

CAM
MAKE UP STORIES?
How about the one where you
fucking MICROCHIPPED me?

A voice SHOUTS from the rear.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
What the fuck is up with THAT?

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
You should be ASHAMED of yourself.

MALE VOICE (O.C.)
Yeah, treating her like a DOG.

FEMALE VOICE (O.C.)
Doggy-STYLE is more like it.

LAUGHTER from the crowd.

UP ON THE ROOF
Gato has disassembled the rifle.

He packs it in its case.
Looks at the GPS device.
Shuts it off.

GATO
Damn.
I really wanted that Camaro.

IN FRONT OF THE BANK
Cams eyes BURN WITH FIRE.
The pain has stopped.

CAM
If you want to HELP me,
tell the fucking cops
to get us that BUS,
so we can THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.
(anger rising)
Fucking ASSHOLE.
How DARE you show up like this.
I KNOW you -- you just want the PUBLICITY.
(hisses)
You don’t give TWO SHITS about me.

GEFFIN
Now you listen to me --

CAM
SHUT UP.
(CLICKS the trigger)
SHUT THE FUCKING FUCK UP.

GEFFIN
How DARE you talk
to your father like that.
It WILL NOT be TOLERATED.

CAM
Oh, yeah?
(beat)
Tolerate THIS, asshole.

She SHOOTS him in the belly. BANG.
He FLIES BACKWARDS.

The cops OPEN FIRE.
Cam RACES back inside, dodging bullets.

INSIDE THE BANK
She races over to Rod.
Embraces him.

CAM
I -- shot him.

ROD
Your father?

CAM
Yeah.
(beat)
The pain stopped.

Cam RIPS off her mustache.
They kiss. Passionately.

OUTSIDE THE BANK
The SWAT commander
approaches Burly Police Chief.

SWAT COMMANDER
Chief -- the hostages are in the vault.
We’ve got a clear shot.

BURLY POLICE CHIEF
Go ahead.
Take them out.

INSIDE THE BANK
Cam GRABS Rod by the hand.
Starts PULLING him away.

CAM
C’mon.

ROD
What are you doing?

CAM
I wanna do it.

ROD
Do what?

CAM
(GRABS his crotch)
THIS.

ROD
But we’re in the middle of a --

The windows EXPLODE with gun fire.
They LEAP to the floor.

ROLL toward the back.
Sit in the far corner.

CAM
It’s now or never, baby.
(sexy)
C’mon -- take me to Bolivia.

Rod pulls off his pants.
She pulls off her top.
Her trousers.

They grapple, start making love.
Urgent. Passionate.

OUTSIDE THE BANK
We see the SWAT team and Taya
FIRING through the windows.

INSIDE THE BANK
Bullets WHIP by over their heads,
HITTING the walls.

SPLINTERED SHARDS OF WOOD go FLYING --
as they make love.

ROD
(kisses her)
Think ya used enough
dynamite there, Butch?

A bullet HITS Cam in the arm.
She FLINCHES.

Moves her hips with his.
Rides him.

CAM
(sucks on his neck)
Why is everything we're good at
illegal, Sundance?

A shot SLAMS into Rod’s leg.

ROD
(closes his eyes)
Who ARE these guys?

A bullet HITS Cam in the shoulder.

CAM
(closes hers)
So much for -- going straight.

IN SLOW MOTION
They continue making love.
Now feverishly.
Gaining momentum.

Start reaching a crescendo,
as bullets RIP into them -- they CLIMAX.

Arch their backs,
in that perfect moment of bliss.

Their bodies are ROCKED like rag dolls,
FLY IN THE AIR --

And slowly, slowly, like a feather --
come to rest.

As they EXPLODE in a red mist.

FADE TO BLACK